My Rival
by
Rudyard Kipling
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I go to concert, party,
ball― |
What profit is in these? |
I sit alone against the wall |
And strive to look at ease. |
The incense that is mine by right |
They burn before Her shrine; |
And that’s because I’m seventeen |
And she is forty-nine.
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I cannot check my girlish blush, |
My colour comes and goes. |
I redden to my finger-tips, |
And sometimes to my nose. |
But she is white where white should be, |
And red where red should shine. |
The blush that flies at seventeen |
Is fixed at forty-nine.
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I wish I had her constant cheek: |
I wish that I could sing |
All sorts of funny little songs, |
Not quite the proper thing. |
I’m very gauche and very shy, |
Her jokes aren’t in my line; |
And, worst of all, I’m seventeen |
While She is forty-nine.
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The young men come, the young men go, |
Each pink and white and neat, |
She’s older than their mothers, but |
They grovel at Her feet |
They walk beside Her rickshaw-wheels― |
None ever walk by mine; |
And that’s because I’m seventeen |
And she is forty-nine.
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She rides with half a dozen men |
(She calls them "boys" and "mashes") |
I trot along the Mall alone; |
My prettiest frocks and sashes |
Don’t help to fill my programme-card, |
And vainly I repine |
From ten to two A.M. Ah me! |
Would I were forty-nine.
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She calls me "darling," "pet," and
"dear," |
And "sweet retiring maid." |
I’m always at the back, I know― |
She puts me in the shade. |
She introduces me to men― |
"Cast" lovers, I opine; |
For sixty takes to seventeen, |
Nineteen to forty-nine.
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But even She must older grow |
And end Her dancing days, |
She can’t go on for ever so |
At concerts, balls, and plays. |
One ray of priceless hope I see |
Before my footsteps shine; |
Just think, that She’ll be eighty-one |
When I am forty-nine!
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